#Circle与Tether冻结Bitget黑客钱包
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The wind is fierce and the sky high; gibbons cry in grief. The water is clear at the shoals; white sand—while birds return in flight.
Endless fallen leaves rustle as they descend, without limit the mighty Yangtze surges on and on.
For ten thousand miles, I feel sorrow in autumn, always a guest away from home; in a hundred years, struck by many illnesses, I alone climb the terrace.
Hardship and bitter regret multiply my hoar hair with frost; poor and worn out, I have newly stopped pouring another cup of cloudy wine.
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The wind is fierce and the sky high; gibbons cry in grief. The water is clear at the shoals; white sand—while birds return in flight.
Endless fallen leaves rustle as they descend, without limit the mighty Yangtze surges on and on.
For ten thousand miles, I feel sorrow in autumn, always a guest away from home; in a hundred years, struck by many illnesses, I alone climb the terrace.
Hardship and bitter regret multiply my hoar hair with frost; poor and worn out, I have newly stopped pouring another cup of cloudy wine.
